Page 24 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“It would spoil the fun if I told you ahead of time,” I say with a conspiratorial wink. “Just know that I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t certain that the phone is secure.”

“Okay.” She sits quietly with it in her lap, so fucking beautiful I physically ache to be inside her.

“Good. You’ve done well tonight, little one. I saw that you arrived on time and executed my requests perfectly. You will come to understand how spectacular you are to me when you submit. You were a vision in the rope restraints.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“If you choose to proceed, I have linked our calendars so we can create a schedule that works for us. I have so much to teach you, little one.”

“I’m eager to learn.” Her voice is like silk, tantalizing my senses.

“Do you have any questions for me before we adjourn for the evening?”

With her eyes on the floor, she tucks a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “Will you… touch me tonight?”

“As much as I want to, I need you to look over all of this information and really think about whether or not this is what you want.”

The look of disappointment in her eyes fucking breaks me. Submissives have always existed to please me, yet I find myself wanting to please her, even though I don’t know her name.

“Give me your hand.” She sets the phone on the floor and holds out her right hand for me. I slide it onto my crotch. “Do you feel what you do to me, little one?”

A soft smile creeps at the edges of her mouth. “Can I make you feel good?” Jesus, she’s making this difficult.

“I’m not going to make you come tonight, little one. You misbehaved when you cut the audio of your orgasm short. Why did you do that?”

“I listened to it afterward. I was embarrassed. I said something I shouldn’t have.”

“That’s not your decision to make. Not if you’re going to be mine. I want to hear you scream for me, and you need to be confident in your effect on me. Your pleasure isn’t something to be shy or ashamed of. When you’re here with me, nothing is off-limits.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand that I can’t come, but I would like… I mean if you wanted me to…”

“Spit it out, little one. Tell me what you want and say it with conviction.”

“I…” she hesitates. I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“Say it. I know what you want, but I want to hear you. Say. It.”

“I want to taste you.”

“Say please.”

“Please, Sir. Can I taste you the way you tasted me? I’ve imagined your cock in my mouth since I watched you pleasure yourself that night.” My breath catches, a lightning bolt of desire striking me where I sit. Fuck me, she knows how to make me want her.

“Unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, and pull my dick out,” I growl like a feral animal. “Then sit back on your heels until I say otherwise.”

Her slender fingers make short work of my pants, and the second she slides her hand under the waistband of my underwear, I fucking hiss at how good it feels to have her wrap her fist around my dick. I drop my head back as she lets my erection spring free, and I can barely contain myself when she sits back on her heels like a good little girl, licking her lips as she stares at every rock-hard inch of me, relishing what she does to me.

I slowly unbutton my shirt and discard it on the bed. My little one likes what she sees, her greedy gaze making my dick twitch.

“How much do you want this?” I ask, taking myself in hand, stroking my dick as she watches my every move.

“I dream of your cock, Sir. Your big, beautiful cock. Of how it will feel when you fuck my mouth.”

“Open wide, little one.” She complies like a perfect submissive. I wrap her long black hair around my fist. “Sit up.”

I guide her head to the tip of my dick, holding her gaze as I slip the tip over her lips, my heart pounding as I give her another inch, the warmth of her tongue sliding up the shaft. Jesus Christ. It feels too fucking good.

She moves to brace her hands on my thighs, but she won’t be setting the pace tonight. “Hands behind your back.”

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